Monday, March 7, 2011


Sometimes I just don't get it.

Saturday was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the dogs were digging. Then Sunday happened. I didn't bother to get out of my pajamas. It was cold and rainy, the cats were grumpy and the dogs just wanted to sleep. To top it off Sabattini won the golf tournament. Rats.

Then there was today. I show up at court on time but the court doesn't have time for me. To be fair, there were lots of other attorneys and clients there but I am on a real whine so they don't count right now. (They will later, I promise)(I didn't say when later was, did I?)

So I spent all morning sitting waiting for a chance to say a few words and continue a couple of cases. The total transaction time for all of the cases took 15 minutes. I was in court for 3 hours. AUGHHHHH! (As Charlie Brown would say)

It is bad enough that I have to wear a suit to walk into a courtroom where everyone else is dressed in orange jumpsuits or (if they are out of custody) in designer jeans purchased at the local second hand store. It was worse when I had to wear pantyhose so I thank the sky's for designer sox!

My point is that everyone is dressed comfortably except the women lawyers. The guy lawyers have to wear ties but that is the only uncomfortable thing about their apparel. AND they have pockets! Cell phones, keys, ID cards, State Bar cards are all neatly concealed. I'm stuck with rummaging in my briefcase for all the necessary accouterments.

In my dotage I have given up on wearing heels. Stupid things. They hurt and they make you look like you have no center of gravity. They do make you swing your hips. In my case that could be life threatening. So I wear pants and flats.

Not very ladylike but then again I am no lady. I am a lawyer.

I am talking about all of this to vent my frustration. This seemed to be an appropriate place to do so. I didn't kick my dogs or swat at my cats. I didn't yell at my spouse or guilt trip my offspring. I didn't break any dishes or disturb anyone's peace.

I just ranted and whined in print.

I just don't get how you can go from fabulous to whiny in less than 48 hours.

Actually, I do. I think I shall have an internal attitude adjustment. I work better that way.

Thanks for listening.

1 comment:

  1. If I had to wear anything other than pants with pockets and comfortable shirts, I think I'd feel a little stabby, too...